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"Perchance to Dream" {Uther} (MF rom wl)

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                       Perchance to Dream
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


"You want us to watch Shannon until the fireworks are over, and
then to bring her home?"  Ryan Cameron didn't really have a
question about what Rev. Powell wanted; he just needed a minute
to consider the consequences.  It was Saturday, July 4, and the
fireworks were scheduled for later that night.

"Oh could I, Mr. Cameron?" Shannon Powell begged.

"I would appreciate it," Rev. Powell said.  "I don't have to
read my sermon from the pulpit, but I do have to write it
down.  And today I've decided that the approach I had written
Thursday is really going at it backwards.  I don't want to take
Shannon away from the fireworks."

Ryan couldn't see any grounds for refusal, even if he'd wanted
to.  And eight-year-old Shannon was basically a good kid,
especially for a PK.  "Just stay close to us, Shannon," Laura
said.  Finding someone else's kid among a crowd in the dark was
murder.  Somehow, you knew your own by the way she moved.  Not
that he was going to search for Crystal tonight; she and JG
would meet them when the fireworks were over.

He and Laura waved Rev. and Mrs. Powell goodbye, agreed with
Shannon on two rendezvous, and settled down while she took a last
swim.  It had been a decade since they'd had an eight-year-old of
their own, and they rather enjoyed the limited and temporary
possession.  Crystal didn't quite shut them out of her life, but
she no longer enjoyed sharing the details with them.  For that
matter, she no longer enjoyed finding an odd-shaped rock.

Crystal and JG returned for a snack just before sunset,
and Ryan told them about Shannon.  "I could go back with my
parents,"  said JG.  His doleful tone implied the sacrifice
involved in spending the last 45 minutes of the day away from the
girl he had seen all afternoon and would see the next day.

Ryan didn't mind.  While clearly unworthy of his little girl,
JG was the least unworthy of any on the horizon.  He was
majoring in electrical engineering which, if it didn't rate as a
science, was one hell of a lot better than art history.  Besides,
he was what she wanted; had JG not wanted her, it
would have been a tragedy.

"Your choice," said Laura.  "The front seat won't be crowded
after all."

"Just make sure," Ryan said, "that there is no corruption of
the innocent while she sits between you."  The amount of petting
that Crystal and JG would do in the presence of Laura and him
was a bit annoying, suggesting as it did that they were doing a
lot more in private.  Laura put a high priority on keeping the
lines of communication open, so he usually didn't say
anything.

Shannon pinched JG's nose about then.  She squealed all through
the chase.  And everyone was laughing so hard by the time that JG
dumped her in Ryan's lap that the subject was closed.

By the time that darkness settled, Shannon had reached the
point where her exuberance was less an outflow of energy than a
necessity to keep herself awake.  He warned her against going
into the woods any more.  This had less to do with getting lost
(in less than an hour the fireworks would draw everybody to the
lake shore) than fear of what she would stumble upon in the dark.
Crystal and JG weren't the only young couple out there.

Finally, they had her settle down, and he tried to entertain
her with knock-knock jokes.  Those and elephant jokes exhausted,
he was telling the one about: "... The boss asked why I was
throwing so many nails away.   "'They point the wrong way,' I
told him.   "'Silly,' he said.  'Those are for the other side
of ...'" He stopped at the first swoosh.

She froze at the BANG!  "Oooh!" she said, and he had to agree
with her.  Strings of red draped over the other side of the lake
like a giant umbrella; the nearest strings almost reached their
side.  He moved Shannon to face the center of the fireworks
directly, so her body could receive the pressure from the
explosions like a radar antenna.  She said nothing, but held that
position while the sky filled with fire again and again.

He hugged Laura as they split their attention between the
lovely sky and Shannon's appreciation.  Slowly, though, Shannon
slid back against him.  She was about to miss the fireworks which
she had anticipated so fiercely.  Laura saw what was happening
and moved to lean against him on the other side.

The sleeping girl received more of his attention than the
fiery sky.  The sheer trust that she exhibited by going to sleep
lying against him enraptured him.  It was a familiar pleasure,
sensual but not directed towards Shannon.  He'd never been
attracted to those who slept in his arms -- except Laura.

They'd had an evening wedding, a festive reception, and a long
drive to the resort.  He'd fallen asleep across the bed; she'd
managed to change her clothes and cover them both with a blanket.
He could still remember the morning.


    He woke to see her face inches from his and deep asleep.
    They'd made love before their marriage, but had never
    come close to sleeping together.  He'd regarded those
    words as euphemistic.

    Now, though, he had the woman he loved asleep beside
    him.   He could see the breath move her lips.  He lay
    like that until his bladder forced him up.  Then he
    stripped, showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth --
    which meant that he had to unpack as well.

    He slipped back in bed to watch her sleep and wake
    slowly.  She didn't even look dismayed when she woke.
    At his urging, she returned to bed from her bathroom
    time.   She snuggled against him while he played with
    her hair and kissed her again and again.

    Finally, their love play got more direct -- hers as well
    as his.  (She'd been a little surprised to find him in
    his pajama pants.) They struggled out of their clothes,
    but still he kissed her breasts and stroked her sweet
    wetness until she asked for him.  "I need you," she
    said, another first.

    He entered her, sliding smoothly into that warmth.  Her
    legs rose up to welcome him, even clasped around him.
    The clumsiness with the rubber didn't matter; stopping
    to escape the entangling sheet didn't matter.  The
    desire continued while the action paused.  Finally, she
    clawed at his shoulders.  She shuddered around him just
    before he exploded within her.  When he withdrew, he
    couldn't quite ask her what he wanted.

    "We really don't need to get up right now," he said
    instead.

    "No one's going to discover us," she'd agreed.  Legality
    was an experience new to them.

    There was a little more petting, a lot of whispered love
    talk.  But she'd snuggled up against him again, and --
    without his even asking -- fallen back asleep.   She
    accepted him, treated the nest of his arms as home.   It
    would be years before she would bear his daughter, but
    that morning she gave birth to his trustworthiness --
    creating it whole by the trust she gave.


Shannon, on the other hand, would miss what she had entrusted
to him if she slept much longer.  He shook her gently.  "Look,
Shannon," he said.  The first rockets of the grand finale were
going up.

She woke enough to open her eyes.  "Oh," she said as one
colorful mass after another filled the sky.  She watched until
they faded completely, still lying against him.  Then she curled
up and went back to sleep.

"I'll get our stuff together," Laura whispered.  Not that
others weren't shouting around them, not that Shannon would have
awakened for a much louder sound, but whispers are appropriate
around a sleeping child.  He helped her gather things as well as
he could.  When the kids returned, JG took Shannon out of his
arms.  Ryan carried the blanket and the cooler back to the
car.

The cars from further down the lot filled the road behind them
so that they couldn't get out.  Ryan wasn't in a hurry, Laura had
always been patient, and the kids would gladly have said good
night till it be morrow.  They opened the doors as wide as
neighboring cars would allow and rolled down the windows to let
the interior cool.  Crystal took Shannon from JG's arms and
strapped her into the seat.  The kids stood on the right side of
the car while the adults stood on the left.  The line behind them
started to stretch out, and JG's father honked as he went
by.

The car to their left pulled out into traffic.  At that signal
they got in, the kids both from the driver's side for some
reason.  When he looked back to check the stream of traffic
behind him, he saw the arrangement.  Crystal was on the high bump
in the middle; JG was behind Ryan with his legs splayed to
accommodate the seat.  Shannon, asleep again, had more room than
anybody else; only her legs were crowded by Crystal's.  In that
position, Crystal couldn't sit up straight.  She rested her head
on JG's shoulder.

He gritted his teeth, even though JG's right hand was on
Crystal's shoulder in plain sight and his left couldn't reach any
part of her but her hand from the position of his arm.  Their
pose wasn't particularly erotic, but the intimacy was horribly
suggestive.  Ryan believed, as a matter of policy, that his
daughter was still a virgin at eighteen; he would have
appreciated a little more help with the suspension of
disbelief.

"I think that I'll take the speed-bumps faster than coming
in," he said loud enough for Crystal to hear.  "It'll make quite
a show in the mirror."  He actually crawled over those bumps,
though.  And when he checked the backseat fifteen minutes later,
Crystal looked fast asleep.  JG's left arm was braced against
the door.  His position couldn't be comfortable, but his face had
a blissful smile.

Ryan could understand that.  When Crystal slept in your arms,
comfort was a minor consideration.


    He'd been afraid of her for the first day, looking
    through the glass at her or staying at the foot of the
    bed when Laura fed her.  On the second day, however,
    Laura simply handed her to him.

    She was so tiny!  Even padded by the diaper, her butt
    didn't come near to filling his hand.  Lying against his
    arm, she'd looked straight up into his face.  Apparently
    satisfied with what she saw, she smiled mysteriously and
    settled back into sleep.

    He was charmed, enmeshed.  When the nurse came looking
    for her, he carried Crystal back to the door of the
    nursery before giving her up.

    "Isn't she marvelous?" Laura asked.  He nodded, but he
    was really thinking of the danger instead.  Outside the
    window it was a cold, wet, spring.  The cars were
    rushing by carelessly on the street, sending occasional
    sprays of water onto cars in the other lane.  The tiny
    bundle was so helpless, so trusting; how would he ever
    protect her?


And now she was resting just as trustingly in the arms of a
boy of twenty in the backseat of Ryan's own car.  He, having been
twenty himself at one time, knew what that meant to JG.  And
there was nothing, nothing at all, that he could do to protect
her.

Laura was absolutely right.  They'd done all that they could
to inculcate some sane standards when the task was easier; their
influence was minimal now.  And while JG had some rough
edges, his major fault was that he was interested in her.

Abstractly, Ryan could hardly blame him for that.  Pretty,
smart, and good-natured, Crystal was probably the pick of her
high- school class.  It was just that she had looked at him with
such trust, and the dangers had grown since then, while the
protection he could provide kept shrinking.

"Take JG home first," Laura said suddenly.  He turned on
that street without question.  JG tried to ease himself out
of the car without waking Crystal, but she was far from that
deeply asleep.  "Do you two want to say goodbye while we're
taking Shannon home?" Laura asked.  Crystal crawled out.

"Thanks Mom," she said.  "And Dad."

They turned back towards the parsonage.  "They won't do
anything in the next ten minutes which they haven't done already
today,"  Laura said.  He'd already figured that out.  Besides,
she was better on those things than he was.  He couldn't have
raised Crystal one quarter so well without her; of course, there
would never have been a Crystal without her.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he asked.  The words could
have been taken either way, the tone couldn't.

"You used to say that you didn't deserve me," she said.

"I don't."

"I dunno.  You're a pretty good guy."  She put her hand on his
leg.  Shannon sighed in the back seat.  "Glad to have an eight-
year-old again?"  He nodded.  "Glad to be giving her back?"  He
nodded again.  They were both grinning when they turned into the
Powell's driveway.  Shannon stirred briefly when he picked her
up, and again when he put her in her father's arms.  Laura was
right, he was glad to be out the door with his deputy-parent
laurels intact before the undressing began.  He'd give odds that
she'd be awake and in a nasty mood for the next hour or two.

He drove very slowly back.  Maybe JG had sensed Crystal's
special importance; maybe he would try to deserve it.  Ryan had
tried for Laura, after all, and he'd been even more loutish at
twenty than JG was.


    He'd awakened before her the second time as well.  They
    were both on their backs, only the sides of their legs
    touching, but her sleeping face was turned to his.   He
    watched that for minutes before the slight motion of her
    breasts under the sheet tempted him.  Raising the sheet
    began her waking process, but he had the sight of her
    naked breasts and a greeting smile from her as she
    awoke.

    "Good morning." It had been a good morning, a better
    morning than any he'd previously experienced, but it was
    rather late in the afternoon by the time he said that.
    When they got down to the dining room, lunch service had
    long ended, and they had to wait an hour for supper.
    They stuffed themselves, hotel prices or no, and managed
    to take a stroll for nearly two hours before another
    sort of hunger drove them back to their room.

    He tried to undress her and kiss each piece of newly-
    revealed skin.  The hunger won out, however, and they
    finally undressed themselves and jumped into bed.  Once
    there, he did manage to kiss -- if not all of her -- the
    important parts.

    When she guided him inside, he already felt that this
    was where he belonged.  Somehow that joining ameliorated
    the wild need, so that they could continue more slowly.
    They contorted to bring their mouths together while
    still joined, then he kissed her forehead while she
    kissed his chin.  He stopped each time that he was fully
    within her to say "I love you."

    "Oh Ryan," she responded.

    He resisted his body's attempt to speed the pace, not
    entirely successfully.  Then he felt her tighten around
    him -- once, then again and again.  He erupted within
    her, spilling seed and lust and love.  The rubber caught
    the first two, but his love was too fine to be caught by
    that barrier.  It poured into her, filled her,
    permanently infusing every part.


And, from that day to this, he had loved her.

"Sleep in my arms tonight," he said.  He regretted few
purchases so much as the king-sized bed.

"It's hot."  Her tone sounded closer to evaluation than
refusal.

"So are you."

She laughed, but it was a laugh of acquiescence.  "You're such
a romantic.  I'm an old, flabby, woman."

"Sleep in my arms tonight."

"You're trying for your own fireworks."

"That too.  But I want to hold you after."

Crystal came out immediately when they got to JG's,
opening the door before he got halfway up the walk.  Some murmur
of greeting from JG's parents followed her out the door.
"Good night and thanks," he called back.  He'd expected her to
still be outside saying goodnight to JG.

When Crystal had settled into her seat and was looking out the
window, Laura's hand sneaked over to rest on his thigh.  He
risked a glance at her.  She was smiling, not looking at him at
all, but smiling.

They wouldn't need all the bed tonight.


The End.
Perchance to Dream
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2000/07/04
2001/07/04
2002/06/30
2010/06/19

For another aspect of adults' caring for
youth in their charge, see:
clean.txt "Clean Sweep"

Another story involving the same people, told
from Crystal's point of view can be found at:
lakeside.txt "Lakeside Fireworks"

This story is indexed under:
wl.txt Wedded Lust

This story is coded (MF rom wl).

The code, wl, means: Sex within the marital relationship.

For more on the story codes and how to use them to find the sorts
of stories to interest you:
/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm
"Story codes for readers"


The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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